Garu had stepped out after what Tobe labeled as the "worst meal of his life". He occasionally walked past the doorway, implying that he was in no mood to rest just yet. It was odd really. Perhaps all this treatment was an excuse to keep an eye on Tobe. To make sure he was constantly occupied and not focusing his mind on scheming. Tobe preferred to assume such things. It wasn't in his comfort zone to consider Garu's sincerity to be genuine. Afterall, with every step of Tobe's physical wellbeing improving, his emotional well being would take a dive. It would plummet. Plummet into a spiraling onset of... Of... Guilt. It appeared to be guilt. Oh, how awful. Had Tobe even thanked him? No. No! He wouldn't let such thoughts irk him! He'll suck out as much of Garu's hospitality as he wanted! Right before he'd leave without a trace! Any thanks he would give would imply sarcasm or mockery. Yes... He never asked for any of this to begin with. In fact, he broke in. Why Garu would bother assisting someone who broke into his house was beyond Tobe's logical understanding. Garu was a fool. That was all that was to be said on the matter.

Sleep... That's all that anyone should do at such an hour. However, there was a constant nagging fear that if Tobe tried to rest, he just get woken up again by another one of Garu's "brilliant" remedies. He refused to sleep until he knew Garu was asleep as well. This didn't stop Tobe from lightly resting his eyes in between, only to be alerted by the sound of his own snore starting. It wasn't long till Garu came back. Though it felt like an eternity. He carried a pile of folded clothes in his arms, which certainly caught Tobe by surprise. Garu set the clothes on the table and gestured his hand; implying Tobe to remove his own in place for the new. Tobe's jaw was slack in a loss for words.

"I... You know you... Really don't have to go this far. I would prefer you didn't actually. I'm not in a critical condition any more. I can manage myself from this point on. My clothes are fine. Just... A little wet."

Garu didn't hesitate to point to the area of the couch where Tobe had been. Tobe turned and looked at the water stain that lined the back. Garu raised a brow at him as he chuckled nervously.

"Oh, uh... Heh... In that case... I do not mind borrowing a set of clothes..."

Garu nodded before rolling his eyes. Tobe reached in his pocket, taking out his hair tie and putting up his ponytail. He removed his haori and undershirt, along with undoing the ties on his hakama. He stood carefully to pull down his bottoms. It felt nice to take off the weight. The wet clothes were itchy too. Garu handed him a towel to finish off. Tobe rubbed himself down before stretching at the sensation. Yeah, this did feel better. Garu was always... Right. Always knew what to do next. Ugh. How irritating. Garu handed him a button-up night shirt; in which Tobe began dressing right away. The pants matched too. Classy in an ironic way. Tobe brushed himself off before standing up straight once more. He had always been a bit taller than Garu. He wasn't sure if it had to do with the age difference or not. Either way, he was taller. Which made him proud.

"I, uh... Have to use your facilities."

Garu nodded as he gathered the wet clothes. Tobe looked down at his feet. He was able to stand decently. But that was minor compared to walking. He clenched his fists lightly and rubbed his fingers together anxiously. Garu took notice of his tension rather quickly and set the clothes back down slowly. He gestured out his hand, which broke Tobe out of his trance.

"Huh? Oh, um... I'm fine. I can walk."

With that, Tobe didn't wait another moment. He took his first few steps slowly before picking up to a normal pace. However his nerves caused him to stumble right before the doorway. Garu stepped forward quickly and Tobe shot up his hand.

"I'm fine."

Garu stepped off as Tobe regained himself and made his way to the bathroom. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. Too touchy. Too feelsy. Too much nonsense. He wasn't broken. He was just a bit roughed up. Garu didn't seem to realize that. Maybe he did. It was hard to tell. What with him being practically mute. Tobe washed his hands and his face afterwards, avoiding the patched up areas. Hopefully rest was on the agenda next. He just wanted to sleep.

The hallway was darker. Finally Garu had shut off some lights. He must have been tired too of course. Tobe walked lightly, listening to each creak the floor made below him. Their was a mild light from around the corner of the room as guidance. He peered around the doorway. Garu had a candle lit on the table as he was preparing the couch with sheets and blankets; more than what he had given Tobe before. He let out a sigh before walking in. Garu stood after noticing his entrance. Though he helped Tobe change he was still in his usual clothes. Had he not taken a single moment for himself? This was strange. Tobe couldn't help but walk with a certain aura about him. Something that appeared to be... Disappointed. Garu swallowed lightly with slight befuddlement on his face. Tobe carefully sat down on the couch once more, resting his elbows in his knees with his hands clasped. He kept his head low for a moment before looked up at Garu, who hadn't broken his expression. Tobe took a deep breath and let out slowly.

"I don't understand you. I don't know if it's because you don't communicate well, or because our relationship thus far has been strictly mutual in hate. Maybe not right now. Maybe never. I just don't know. I don't know what you're trying to prove here. What you're trying to do. Are you trying to make me feel good or just yourself? Cause I'm not well. I'm not feeling good. And it's because of you."

Tobe glared darkly as Garu slowly began to frown. It was obvious the situation hadn't been made much clearer, but it was also rather apparent that Tobe had not had any real gratitude and was not convinced of this consideration for his condition. The selfish bastard. Everything always appeared to be some kind of trick to him. Like he was always falling in a trap. Why shouldn't he feel that way though? His enemy was caring for him on some extreme levels. It was frightening.

"Wasting your time... You're wasting your time! Is this some kind of fun for you? To push me into boundaries of sheer discomfort? It makes me sick! Ridden with guilt! The best thing you coulda did for me, for yourself, was to just leave me be from the beginning. Now I don't know what to believe. What to think!"

It could have been an over-tired brain on hyperdrive. Or simply pent up angst. Tobe found himself beginning to lash out on a situation that didn't need such insight at the moment. He wanted Garu to suffer. Suffer in any possible way! To think he put Tobe through more trouble than the situation was worth.

"You're better off dead, Garu! Better off out of my way! Now do me one favor I actually ask for and get the HELL AWAY FROM ME FOR ONCE!"

Tobe clenched his fists and grit his teeth. Garu stared only for a moment before looking away and shaking his head. He left, not looking back with the angered expression that formed over the period of listening to that ungrateful tool. He left, without a trace. And for once out of the whole night, there was silence. Not a single bustle of bicker from the surrounding rooms. The wind was now a white noise, not worth hearing with the listening ear. Tobe seemed to stare at the doorway for quite some time. He didn't quite know what happened just now. But oddly enough, He felt a chill. He slowly gathered under his blankets, tugging them right on his body. For it was now colder in the house than it had been outside. Or perhaps it was deeper than that. Perhaps the cold was inside of Tobe's mind. In which no blanket could cure. After all, you cannot warm what you believe in your head. You cannot savor a warmth that wasn't formed in your soul. A soul of ice. You cannot warm ice.